So why is it that although our favorite characters on big screens are writers, the profession itself is still undervalued? Maybe it’s because writing doesn’t always look like work. But its impact is everywhere. It shapes the stories we believe and the ways we understand each other. It’s always words that resonate.
I guess I’ve won the lottery if I’m anything like that — she is undeniably epic. She’s a hard worker with a great sense of humor. She’s loving, kind and has inspired me to become the woman that I am today.
When implementing these practices, keep in mind that you can start whenever you want to. As a matter of fact, start as soon as possible. You do not need to wait for Monday, the end of the month or Jan. 1 to make a difference in your life.
I made a few saves, and my dad came over to me, raving that he was proud of my first performance and reassuring that missed saves were not solely my fault — it was a team effort. I played goalie for a few more games and soon fell in love with the position.
These things seem really simple, but they took a lot of effort. The cycle of self-hate is a vicious one, and I’ve realized that breaking away from it takes a lot of work.
Focusing on maximizing efficiency and cutting costs by employing artificial intelligence over real reporters will only harm the news industry in the long run. We must take action to protect both journalists as individuals and journalism as societal necessity.
AI isn’t going away — but that doesn’t mean we should blindly accept its encroachment into areas that are best left for human hands.
I could have missed out on big lessons and big wins because I decided not to take a risk. Maybe that’s the riskiest thing of all. Because who knows — my $5 could turn into $500, $1000 or a billion dollars. Probably not a billion, but still — little bets can go a long way.
Journaling became an activity where I could process my feelings without worrying about being misunderstood or judged. While at first it was a way to express my emotions freely, it evolved into something much more. My journals have become an archive of my life — a way to preserve the memories that shape who I am. They allow me to capture the details of each day in a way that no photograph ever could.
All throughout my freshman year of college, my mother regularly sent me handwritten letters.
The excitement of receiving mail, discovering the thoughtfully chosen postcard and reading the latest news...
There’s this guy who is a stranger, but maybe less of a stranger than strangers usually are. He is an acquaintance. A friend of a friend, if you will. And maybe that is closer than stranger territory, but the fact that I don’t know him very well counts for something.
This is my last article for the Daily Free Press, and I feel like I've said everything I've wanted to say throughout my four years. I've talked about songs I've loved, analyzed life's universal questions, given mediocre advice and more.
As the impending threat of moral and intelligent AI looms, I’ll be nervously biting my nails and appreciating the humanity of writing while it still lasts.
